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The year is coming to an end. I have a few
weeks left in Cape Town before I do the unthinkable: move to Joburg. People
have been asking me how I feel about moving to Jozi. I’m not sure. My standard
answer has been “I’m just trying to get to the end of the year, pack and move
things across the country and then think about what it all means”. It sounds as
though I’m in survival mode and trying to get through to the end of the year
with all my wits intact. Some days are better than others. My wits keep leaving me from time to time and I have a sleeplessness night plagued by endless worries. I’ve had a few teary moments when thinking
about the trek up North. Not because I have any major attachments to Cape
Town (I wish I did). Sometimes I feel like I’ve let myself down by
not giving this place a chance to seep into my bones and psyche (when I moved here in 2012 I knew I wouldn't think of Cape Town as home. I wasn't settling here). I’m sad to be
leaving my school. I’m sad there are …